All Chapters of I Faked My Death & Married His Ruthless Stepdad for Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lisa's POV I was still standing by the staircase, staring at Vincent like I had just seen something unreal, something that didn’t quite belong to this world, and my brain honestly refused to process what had just happened in front of me.One second there were dozens of powerful men in expensive suits filling the entire living room, all of them staring at me like I was something far more significant than I actually felt, and the next second Vincent had simply ordered them all to look away from me, stepping forward without hesitation and wrapping his jacket around my shoulders in a way that felt strangely protective, almost possessive, like I was something he didn’t want the world looking at too long.Then without warning, he slipped his arms beneath me and lifted me off the ground as though I weighed nothing at all.Still holding me securely against him, Vincent turned away from the stunned silence of the room and carried me back upstairs with calm certainty, as if nothing that had ju

Lisa's POV I was still in shock, my mind refusing to fully accept what I was seeing in front of me. Vincent had actually captured these men… all of them. And no matter how many times I tried to process it, my thoughts kept circling back to the same question—how on earth had he managed to find them, let alone bring them here like this?I was still lost in that confusion when Vincent’s voice cut through the space again, calm and almost casually entertained as though what he was about to do was nothing out of the ordinary.“Marcos,” he said, without even looking away from the men, “take out the tape from their mouths. Let’s hear them apologise properly. I hope you made sure they learnt the script this time.”Marcos nodded immediately, stepping forward with a stiff bow of his head. “Yes, boss. They’ve all memorised their apology script word for word.”“Good,” Vincent replied simply, and that single word carried a finality that made something uneasy tighten in my chest.The next moment,

Lisa's POV Once we reached the room, Vincent pushed the door open and carried me straight inside before lowering me carefully back onto the bed like I was something fragile that could break if he moved too fast. The second I settled against the mattress, he turned immediately and strode toward the drawer beside the nightstand. He yanked it open, grabbed a first aid kit from inside, then came back to me without wasting even a second.He went down on one knee in front of me immediately, opened the kit, brought out cotton, antiseptic and bandages, then gently took my injured hand into his own.I could not take my eyes off him.His face had gone completely rigid and serious now, every trace of amusement gone as he focused fully on the small cut across my wrist like it was something life-threatening. His brows were furrowed deeply while he cleaned the blood carefully from my skin, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man who had just shot three people downstairs without blinking.And so

Lisa's POV A few moments after Vincent left the room, another knock sounded at the door before it opened carefully from outside.A maid stepped in quietly, carrying cleaning supplies in her hands.She didn't say anything to me.She kept her head lowered the entire time, not daring to look up or glance around unnecessarily as she moved through the room.Silently, she cleaned the bloodstains that still marked parts of the floor.I remained seated on the bed watching her in silence, my thoughts still tangled in everything that had happened downstairs. The gunshots. The blood. The knife that had been buried inside Vincent's side. And the terrifying fact that he had somehow sat there and stitched himself back together as though it was the most normal thing in the world…By the time the maid finished and quietly excused herself from the room, I felt even more restless than before. Sitting here wasn't helping. My mind wouldn't stop replaying everything. So eventually I pushed myself o

Christopher’s POV Duncan stood there with both hands shoved inside his pockets and that usual annoying grin plastered across his face.I stared at him for a second.Then another.And immediately, the memory came rushing back.That night—just two nights ago.That damned night.The night Clara had fallen asleep in my arms after we returned from the investor meeting.The night she had rolled over in her sleep.The night she had moaned Duncan’s name.Not once.Not twice.Not even three times—about five times, moaning and hissing his name as she turned her face, like someone being fucked in her dreams.I'd barely slept afterwards.The following night wasn't any better.Because once a thought entered your head, it became impossible to kill.Especially when that thought involved your soon-to-be wife and your best friend of ten years.At first, I told myself it meant nothing.People talked in their sleep.People dreamed.People said random things.But then my mind started creating possibilit